who needs a structure to write to anyway?

I never could see below the clouds
my harmony of detachment
I never felt myself superior
though reclusiveness was a pleasure
I never enjoyed the company of others
the forceful interactions drained
I never opened my heart
though it never had been closed

to be both the sun and the moon is the goal of freedom
the sun, you are, to yourself and what surrounds
the moon, you will be, to the one you commit
to morph from one to the other is a blessing in itself
to understand why you morph is freedom in itself

my heart is heavy as I remember
when I don’t want to
these memories
and the wrath they bring
I was talking to him
the one from years ago
he mimicked and joked
and it took me away
to that day
that cursed day
and the destruction it brought
so he questioned my silence
but how could I say
that his words of light
brought storms of horror

it would be to remove these ill memories from my heart
the very memories that come like demons
who awaken in the dark
they cloud my being
and take me to a place
where my nightmares started
and my anxieties raced

if I could ask you for something
it would be to rid of this doom
to allow me to love
without darkness, just bloom

the seconds and minutes pass by like tomorrow has already begun and we count the days like the year has already passed us by and through all of this we lose count of what our cherubs bring but rather hold account on how often the devil falters us with his satanic ways

of course this is all it will amount to
when your mind doesn’t contain what he drew
which of your lords favours will you deny?
which of your secrets never form a lie?
stumble like you’ve never stumbled
walk like you’ve never walked
love like there is no later
and smile for the maker

even when I’m standing still I lose my balance
but what is balance where there is no gravity
where there is no force, there is no ground
and where there is no ground, we cease to be grounded

maybe you should stop telling me to get my head out of the clouds
maybe you should join me up here
maybe you need to lose your force
or maybe, just maybe, you need that ground of obscenities to feel pure